The Rich Widow

Marry Me!

With a limp, Arman stepped his feet with the little Amara who was still a little bit in his arms. He came out of the simple house and walked while watching his neighbors.

"You guys are so fucking brave! Already let me and my family be treated inhumanely by the loan sharks," Arman murmured inwardly as he stared one by one at the faces of his neighbors.

"Dad, let's go get mom, Dad," said Amara as she stared at Arman's bruised face.

"Yes, we'll be right to pick up your mother, son. But, before that we have to ask for help from the Police. Let them help us pick up your mother" replied Arman.

Finally there was a faint smile on the face of the beautiful boy. "Gaziness!" he hugged Arman.

Arman drove his motorcycle and drove it to the nearest police station.

"What do they really want? Why did they bring Nadira instead of this bike? They knew that this bike was mine. Is it possible because the price of this motorbike is not proportional to the amount of my debts?" murmured Arman while advancing the motor.

A few minutes later, Arman arrived at the police station. After parking his bike, he rushed in and reported what had just happened to his family.

However, the reaction of the men in uniform was not as imagined by Arman before. Instead of intending to help Arman who was in trouble, they asked Arman to immediately pay off his debts to the loan shark.

"You better pay off your debts just like the Bahri boss. After that the problem was sorted out," they said with a sign.

"I'll definitely pay for it, sir. However, at least you are cracking down on the actions of those who have committed violence against me and my family. Maybe not just this once, many have been victims and why are you silent?"

"Huh, that's over! You'd better go home and sort out your business with the Bahri!"

Because of getting a bad response, Arman finally went home with a disappointed heart. He stepped foot into the parking lot and just wanted to put his bike back on, suddenly a man approached him.

"So I heard your conversation with the police officers. Are you really in trouble with the Bahri?"

Arman nodded slowly. "Yes. The Bahri jurors have taken my wife away with them as collateral for my debts" Arman said languidly.

The man breathed heavily. "You'd better solve your own problems with those leeches, Mas. It's nothing, I just reminded. You are free to report this problem to them, because they are also behind the Bahri boss. Let's just say they're like shields for Bahri skippers. Yes, although not everything is like that, but you report it is still free."

"Ja-so ...."

"Yes. I suggest you pick up your wife immediately. Before the Bahri boss does things you don't want to do," he continued, patting Arman's increasingly confused shoulders.

"Well, thank you so much for the info, ma'am."

"Together." The man hurried off while looking left and right. He was afraid that someone might see him talking to Arman and then report him to the leech.

Arman was silent for a moment while thinking about what steps he should take after this. After thinking long and mature, Arman finally took a very heavy decision. He returned his motorbike to a place that he really did not want to visit anymore.

Until a few moments later.

After parking his motorbike, Arman stepped foot into a magnificent building. Although his little heart was so rejected, but for the sake of the safety of his wife, he was forced to do so.

Meanwhile.

"Mrs! Madam, look! Mas Arman is back and he's not alone. He was with a little girl who might be 2 years old. Is that maybe his son?" said the waiter who helped Mrs Ira do her lecherous act that night.

"Where?" Madam Ira so excitedly peeked out from behind the window curtain of her room and what the maid said turned out to be true.

"Madam better meet him" said the waiter again.

Madam Ira stepped confidently towards the main hall because she believed Arman was waiting for her in the room. And sure enough, Arman had been waiting for him there expectantly.

"Why are you back, Arman? Are you not satisfied that you hurt me?" said Mrs Ira, as if she had been let down by the man.

Arman shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry, Madam. But this time I really need your help. I really hope you can help me" replied Arman with teary eyes.

"God!" Madam Ira threw away her face. He was upset that the man had come to him when he wanted to.

"True, I said! You're just using my kindness, Arman! You're no different from any other man who tries to get close to me."

Arman knelt before Lady Ira, still with little Amara in his arms. "I beg you, Mrs Ira. I promise I'll do whatever you tell me to do, as long as you're willing to help me at this moment" Arman said, staring dejectedly at Mrs Ira.

Madame Ira sneered cunningly after hearing Arman's words just now. He finally had a chance to have the man.

"Are you serious about what you said just now, Arman?" ask Mrs Ira, try to be sure.

Arman looked at the wealthy widow while being silent for a while. Eventually, Arman nodded his head. "Yes, ma'am, I'm serious."

"What kind of help do you want from me, Arman? Tell me," said Mrs Ira as she leaned her back against the couch. While Arman was still kneeling before him with Amara.

Arman breathed a heavy breath. "I'm in debt with a leech, ma'am. Now they have demanded that I immediately pay off all those loans. And as a guarantee, they've brought my wife with them" Arman said with his head bowed to the floor.

"Get up, Arman, and sit with me" said Mrs Ira.

Arman got up and sat down on the same sofa.

"So you're saying I have to spend some money to pay off your debts and pay for your wife who is still with them. Huh yeah?"

Arman nodded slowly and his head bowed again languidly. "Yes, Madam."

Madam Ira smirked again. "Alright, but there's one condition!"

"What is that, Madam?" Arman lifted his head and looked at Madam Ira with a look of hope.

"Marry me, and all your problems will be solved. Your wife will return to your side and you will live a quiet life without thinking about financial problems again. How's it?"

Arman was silent for a moment. He objected to the conditions put forward by the woman. "But I have a wife, ma'am."

Madam Ira exhaled heavily. "Yes, that's it. Let your wife be held hostage by those loan sharks. I don't care either" replied Mrs Ira, throwing her face away.

Arman, who had no other choice, finally agreed to the condition. "Alright, Mistress. I'm willing to marry you. However, don't ask me to divorce Nadira, my wife" Arman said.

Madam Ira bent her face. Although upset, but for the sake of getting the figure of Arman, he also agreed if he had to be the second wife of the man. "Okay, I agree!"

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